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Far behind me, I hear hounds
Baying as they rise from slumber
Their master is leaving, so
Who will wait forever?
Dawn rises above the meadows
Carrying the mist away
New light casts its shadow
Touching me with shades of grey
As I take these steps into time
It weaves a tale before me
And all emotions come back
I know, and I feel that
Time passed through my fingers
Like a river flows into the sea
And I'm not a child any more
And nor are you.
We grew and now we understand.
Regrets gather from the corners
Lurking somewhere inside me
What have I done, where have I been?
I wandered through life on a road
A perpetual journey through autumn
That has drained all the essence away
Now I realize life passed me by…
Too little I have accomplished
Too much that I have lost in the sun.
Now, old and battered and broken
I am searching you in a memory
Trying to find comfort, I remember…
Those were the best of times
They are to be cherished forever.
I keep walking through the snow
(Never again)
Searching for a place to stay
(Will I)
Still enchained, in soothing trance
(Leave you)
In remembrance
(Behind)
In remembrance of you.
Torn between two worlds
I realize my mistakes
And wish I could repent.
(too late)
I take a breath and hide behind
A brave, glorious mask.
Endlessly searching for a home
I find myself lost and astray
No one to show me the way
I was stained by the last Autumn rain.
This path takes me to a place
A place I loved so much
A glorious monument stained by acid rain
Now it's deserted and empty
Regrets are falling again
As ghosts are given a name.
Still searching, I gaze upon the sky…
You looked tragic in the last light
And tragic it was to be!
I close my eyes
(I see)
And take a breath
(You)
On the icy fields, a train passes
Its sound lingers on, resonating
From tree to tree.
And my heart, and my soul
Follow its path, taking me
Somewhere far away.
There, I've found you.
Far behind me, I hear the hounds
Baying as a stranger walks by
Now I know who will come
And who will wait forever.
Baying as they rise from slumber
Their master is leaving, so
Who will wait forever?
Dawn rises above the meadows
Carrying the mist away
New light casts its shadow
Touching me with shades of grey
As I take these steps into time
It weaves a tale before me
And all emotions come back
I know, and I feel that
Time passed through my fingers
Like a river flows into the sea
And I'm not a child any more
And nor are you.
We grew and now we understand.
Regrets gather from the corners
Lurking somewhere inside me
What have I done, where have I been?
I wandered through life on a road
A perpetual journey through autumn
That has drained all the essence away
Now I realize life passed me by…
Too little I have accomplished
Too much that I have lost in the sun.
Now, old and battered and broken
I am searching you in a memory
Trying to find comfort, I remember…
Those were the best of times
They are to be cherished forever.
I keep walking through the snow
(Never again)
Searching for a place to stay
(Will I)
Still enchained, in soothing trance
(Leave you)
In remembrance
(Behind)
In remembrance of you.
Torn between two worlds
I realize my mistakes
And wish I could repent.
(too late)
I take a breath and hide behind
A brave, glorious mask.
Endlessly searching for a home
I find myself lost and astray
No one to show me the way
I was stained by the last Autumn rain.
This path takes me to a place
A place I loved so much
A glorious monument stained by acid rain
Now it's deserted and empty
Regrets are falling again
As ghosts are given a name.
Still searching, I gaze upon the sky…
You looked tragic in the last light
And tragic it was to be!
I close my eyes
(I see)
And take a breath
(You)
On the icy fields, a train passes
Its sound lingers on, resonating
From tree to tree.
And my heart, and my soul
Follow its path, taking me
Somewhere far away.
There, I've found you.
Far behind me, I hear the hounds
Baying as a stranger walks by
Now I know who will come
And who will wait forever.
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Parcă şi acum îi aud pe medici.
"Născută la şapte seara într-o oarecare zi de vară. Ne pare rău doamnă, dar fetiţa dumneavoastră este prea mică. N-o să poată umple niciodată golul cuiva din suflet. Şi pe deasupra e şi foarte slabă, aşa că să nu vă miraţi de ce n-o să se poată lega de oameni. Or să i se deznoade mereu braţele şi ei or să îi scape. Dar e sănătoasă, şi asta e tot ce contează, nu? La o adică, ce dacă are două picioare făcute să
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Nopti albe
m-am gândit la tine
până am orbit de-atâta
întuneric
şi
am măsurat distanţa în tăceri
şi ecouri
care ajung întotdeauna prea târziu.
spre dimineaţă
am început să număr vieţile
până când o să ne întâlnim din nou.
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Basme Moderne
De când sunt mică
scotocesc în fiecare seară
în coşul de gunoi
după un alt
suflet
care să-mi spună povestea lui,
pentru că adevăratele basme
nu sunt scrise de fraţii Grimm
sau Andersen,
ci de florile respinse,
ţigările fumate până la filtru
şi scrisorile care nu ajung
niciodată
la destinatar.
Din când în când,
îmi găsesc din greşeală
propriul suflet
ascuns
sub coaja unei banane,
prefăcându-se că se înveleşte
cu soare.
Şi atunci ascult
cel mai frumos basm din lume,
c
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Beautiful!!